I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops the gears from rotating
As they should go
I'm filling the cracks that ran though the door
And kept the dark from hiding wires
So they don't show

And it really doesn't matter if it's painted right
It will be dark tonight
No one will know
See the people standing there
Who froze in place and won't move on
And wonder what is coming through that door

I'm painting my crypt in a colorless grey
And when I turn the power on
There is a ghost

And it really doesn't matter if it's dark or light
It will be dark tonight
You can't go wrong
Silly people run around
They wanted in so they could scream
But now they won't go past that door.

I'm taking time to fix a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
But they broke, so…

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops the gears from rotating
As they should go

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my ghost from wandering
Where it will go